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no uncertain terms, but Oleg is still in there. What does Father want with him? It has to be something of significance for him to separate him from me. As my bodyguard, he is as good as my shadow, even here at home.
Even I have to admit that this doesn’t bode well for Anastasia. I’m worried that Father is going to have her eliminated after last night’s drama. When we’re about halfway back to our rooms, we decide to turn back and do a little reconnaissance of our own – but we take a different set of stairs so that we arrive from the opposite direction. No need to encounter Oleg on our way back and have to explain that .
We hide in an alcove that’s just around the corner from the office. I slink a little closer to the door and eventually I’m able to make out the deep, smooth rumble of Father’s voice and, of course, Novak. I don’t hear Oleg’s voice among them, which makes me think he may be on his way back to our suite of rooms. I place my finger to my lips, signaling Anastasia to be quiet.
My father’s clear baritone is easy to make out from where I’m standing. He must be talking to Novak. He rarely does anything without Novak being in on it. Those two feed off each other’s energy. When they’re together, trouble’s never far behind.
“If I’ve learned anything in my years of being in this business, it’s to never trust another mobster. Peace treaties are easily broken. It is inevitable. These Venezuelans could very well have forged ties with the Colombians.” So my father’s moved on from tonight’s hit; he’s concerned about our ties with the Ramirez brothers.
“I don’t think Ricardo Ramirez is going to allow Antonio Wayne to break the treaty we have with them,” Novak replies.
My father chuckles and I can picture him shaking his head indulgently at his cousin. “You always assume Antonio Wayne is the troublemaker.”
“Yeah, I know trouble when I see it and I know where it comes from.”
“Only because you’re the troublemaker in our relationship.”
“Yeah…must be a DNA thing.”
My interest is piqued when I hear what Father says next.
“I have a mole on the inside with the Venezuelans. Atticus Mendoza. Call him and get him on it. If anything about the Ramirez brothers comes up I want to be the first to know.”
I tug on Anastasia’s arm and we hurry back toward my room. I wait until we’re out of earshot before I speak. “Well, at least we know you’re safe, I don’t think there’s a hit out on you.”
“Safe for now anyway.”
“Welcome to my world.”
“No…welcome to mine,” Oleg interjects sharply, having approached us from behind. He falls into step with us, a pace or two ahead, of course.
Where the hell was he this whole time?
“We’ve got work to do,” he says curtly, “if we’re going to get to that diamond stash before the Venezuelans do.”
“Let’s do it,” I agree.
“Follow me. I’ve got the blueprints pulled up on my computer. While you two were busy eavesdropping, I was working.”
“Hey…I wanted to make sure the Pakhan wasn’t going to kill my new sidekick without me knowing about it.”
“If he was going to kill her he wouldn’t give a shit about hiding it from any of us. She’d be dead before we ever knew he had plans to off her.”
“Hey, guys, I’m right here... You know I can hear everything you’re saying, right?”
“Be glad it’s only idle speculation.”
Oleg leads us into my room where the blueprints are on the computer monitor. “I thought you said your room, Oleg,” I murmur, confused.
“What’s yours is mine, babe. You should know that by now.”
“Come over here and help me make sense of this,” I say quickly, ignoring his comment. In his mind, I’ve belonged to him since the day we met. The Pakhan merely made it official when he promised me to Oleg, probably thinking that marriage would tame me. It feels right, being his – but I won’t be tamed. I don’t want to have to choose
Even I have to admit that this doesn’t bode well for Anastasia. I’m worried that Father is going to have her eliminated after last night’s drama. When we’re about halfway back to our rooms, we decide to turn back and do a little reconnaissance of our own – but we take a different set of stairs so that we arrive from the opposite direction. No need to encounter Oleg on our way back and have to explain that .
We hide in an alcove that’s just around the corner from the office. I slink a little closer to the door and eventually I’m able to make out the deep, smooth rumble of Father’s voice and, of course, Novak. I don’t hear Oleg’s voice among them, which makes me think he may be on his way back to our suite of rooms. I place my finger to my lips, signaling Anastasia to be quiet.
My father’s clear baritone is easy to make out from where I’m standing. He must be talking to Novak. He rarely does anything without Novak being in on it. Those two feed off each other’s energy. When they’re together, trouble’s never far behind.
“If I’ve learned anything in my years of being in this business, it’s to never trust another mobster. Peace treaties are easily broken. It is inevitable. These Venezuelans could very well have forged ties with the Colombians.” So my father’s moved on from tonight’s hit; he’s concerned about our ties with the Ramirez brothers.
“I don’t think Ricardo Ramirez is going to allow Antonio Wayne to break the treaty we have with them,” Novak replies.
My father chuckles and I can picture him shaking his head indulgently at his cousin. “You always assume Antonio Wayne is the troublemaker.”
“Yeah, I know trouble when I see it and I know where it comes from.”
“Only because you’re the troublemaker in our relationship.”
“Yeah…must be a DNA thing.”
My interest is piqued when I hear what Father says next.
“I have a mole on the inside with the Venezuelans. Atticus Mendoza. Call him and get him on it. If anything about the Ramirez brothers comes up I want to be the first to know.”
I tug on Anastasia’s arm and we hurry back toward my room. I wait until we’re out of earshot before I speak. “Well, at least we know you’re safe, I don’t think there’s a hit out on you.”
“Safe for now anyway.”
“Welcome to my world.”
“No…welcome to mine,” Oleg interjects sharply, having approached us from behind. He falls into step with us, a pace or two ahead, of course.
Where the hell was he this whole time?
“We’ve got work to do,” he says curtly, “if we’re going to get to that diamond stash before the Venezuelans do.”
“Let’s do it,” I agree.
“Follow me. I’ve got the blueprints pulled up on my computer. While you two were busy eavesdropping, I was working.”
“Hey…I wanted to make sure the Pakhan wasn’t going to kill my new sidekick without me knowing about it.”
“If he was going to kill her he wouldn’t give a shit about hiding it from any of us. She’d be dead before we ever knew he had plans to off her.”
“Hey, guys, I’m right here... You know I can hear everything you’re saying, right?”
“Be glad it’s only idle speculation.”
Oleg leads us into my room where the blueprints are on the computer monitor. “I thought you said your room, Oleg,” I murmur, confused.
“What’s yours is mine, babe. You should know that by now.”
“Come over here and help me make sense of this,” I say quickly, ignoring his comment. In his mind, I’ve belonged to him since the day we met. The Pakhan merely made it official when he promised me to Oleg, probably thinking that marriage would tame me. It feels right, being his – but I won’t be tamed. I don’t want to have to choose
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